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- Shin Kokin Wakashu
Yamazato ni kuzu haikakaru matsugaki no hima naku mono wa aki zo kanashiki
In a mountain village, like the pine hedge overgrown with creeping arrowroot, leaving not a gap, autumn is sad without a pause.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Sone no Yoshitada
Momotose no aki no arashi wa sugushikinu izure no kure no tsuyu to kienan
I have come through the autumn storms of a hundred years—at the close of which autumn, I wonder, will I vanish like the dew?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Anpō
Aki hatsuru Hatsuka no yama no sabishiki ni ariake no tsuki o tare to miruran
In the loneliness of the hills of Hatsuka as autumn ends, with whom, I wonder, are you watching the moon that lingers at dawn?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Oe no Masafusa
Hanasusuki aki no sueba ni narinureba koto zo to mo naku tsuyu zo koboruru
Now that the plumed pampas grass has come to autumn's last leaves, without any particular reason its dewdrops spill—and so do my tears.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Yukimune
Yowa ni fuku arashi ni tsukete omou kana miyako mo kaku ya aki wa sabishiki
Hearing the storm wind blowing in the dead of night, I wonder—is autumn this lonely in the capital, too?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Sanesada
Yo no naka ni aki hatenureba miyako ni mo ima wa arashi no oto nomi zo suru
Now that autumn has ended in the world and people have tired of me, even in the capital there is only the sound of the storm.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Akinaga
Utsurou wa kokoro no hoka no aki nareba ima wa yoso ni zo kiku no ue no tsuyu
Since their fading belongs to an autumn beyond my will, now I only hear from afar of the dew on the chrysanthemums.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor Reizei
Tanomoshi na nonomiyabito no uuru hana shigururu tsuki ni aezu naru tomo
How reassuring are the flowers planted by those who serve at the Field Shrine—even if they cannot hold out through the month of winter showers.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Shitagō
Yamakawa no iwa yuku mizu mo kōri shite hitori kudakuru mine no matsukaze
Even the water running among the rocks of the mountain stream has frozen—now only the pine wind on the peak breaks and roars alone.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Unknown Poet
Asagoto ni migiwa no kōri fumiwakete kimi ni tsukauru michi zo kashikoki
Every morning I tread my way through the ice at the water's edge—how awesome and precious is the path of serving my lord.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Minamoto no Michichika
Kimi ga yo ni Abukumagawa no umoregi mo kōri no shita ni haru o machikeri
Even the buried wood in the Abukuma River, whose name speaks of meeting my lord's reign, has been waiting beneath the ice for spring.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Ietaka
Ato mo naku yuki furusato wa arenikeri izure mukashi no kakine naruran
Snow has fallen without a trace upon the old home, which has fallen to ruin—which, I wonder, was the hedge of long ago?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Akazome Emon
Tsuyu no inochi kienamashikaba kaku bakari furu shirayuki o nagamemashi ya wa
Had my dewdrop life vanished, could I have gazed upon the white snow falling so thickly as this?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor Go-Shirakawa
Somayama ya kozue ni omoru yukiore ni taenu nageki no mi o kudakuran
O timber mountain—as the boughs break under the snow piled heavy on the treetops, does my unending grief, like firewood, break me apart?
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Shunzei
Toki sugite shimo ni kienishi hana naredo kyō wa mukashi no kokochi koso sure
Though the flowers vanished in the frost when their season passed, today these shaved flowers make me feel as if I were back in the days of long ago.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Retired Emperor Suzaku
Hodo mo naku samenuru yume no uchi naredo sono yo ni nitaru hana no iro kana
Though your reign was a dream from which you woke all too soon, how like the colors of that time the hue of these flowers is.
Shin Kokin Wakashu - Fujiwara no Kintō